He was at the beach killing time.
Looking at all the pretty girls and drinking red wine.
When Suzette passed his way.
She wore a pink string bikini.
That left nothing to the imagination on that beautiful sunny day.
She might as well have been nude.
And his staring at her voluptuous butt might have been considered rude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned about the fun of a sunny day